Glasses

You can drown me,
And also burn
Hang me up
On a tall tree
And if you would like to be crucified
With four nails when one's in the heart
You can also kill with a bullet in the temple
I know that's what you're waiting for
Trying to give me the best
And now it's my turn to complete the missing part

So come and I will give you a lot
of glasses on the tongue
And I'll whisper you a word
That you will get sick of
Do not be sad
I will send you a letter to the after world

Want to take you to a journey
I'm an excursion guide and I don't have livelihood
Only me and you, skies and sea
I will find you a perfect burial spot
And I don’t mind if I'll do time
2 or 3 years, thinking only of you
Once a week when you can call
I'll dial your number 'cause there ain't nobody like you anymore